“No Bhabhi… this morning when you left, I was very disturbed. I was thinking that I’m never able to give you proper enjoyment. That’s why I… watched some videos.”
Simran raised an eyebrow.
“Videos? Kya videos?”
Bhola looked a little embarrassed but answered honestly.
“Bhabhi…videos. Bahut saari thi… lekin main samajh gaya ki aapko kya chahiye. Main aapko bahut relief dunga… bilkul aapne mujhe diya hai.”
“Bhabhi… videos. There were so many… but I understood what you need. I will give you a lot of relief… exactly the way you have given me.”
Simran was genuinely surprised. She stared at him for a second.
“Tumne porn dekha?” she asked, half amused, half shocked.
“You watched porn?” she asked, half amused, half shocked.
“Ji Bhabhi,” he replied softly. “Aur main aapko bahut mazaa dunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi,” he replied softly. “And I will give you a lot of pleasure.”
Simran felt a strange mix of emotions; surprise, amusement, and a deep, throbbing arousal. She liked this new initiative from him. She had expected to control the pace, but hearing him say he wanted to please her turned her on even more.
She looked down at his massive, fully erect cock standing between them and spoke in a softer voice.
“Bhola… lekin tu bahut bada hai mere liye.”
“Bhola… but you are too big for me.”
Bhola nodded calmly, his voice gentle but firm.
“Main jaanta hoon Bhabhi… lekin main kuch force nahi karunga. Aap jaisa chahegi, waisa hi karenge.”
“I know Bhabhi… but I won’t force anything. We’ll do exactly as you want.”
Simran stared at him, her heart pounding. The huge, veiny cock was pointing straight at her, thick and angry, the fat head glistening. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.
The air in the small room was thick with tension, lust, and the scent of sex.
Bhola looked at Simran with a mix of hunger and nervousness, his massive cock still standing rock-hard between his legs.
“Bhabhi… let jaiye please,”
“Bhabhi… please lie down,” he said softly.
Simran nodded and lay back on his bed. Bhola climbed over her and gently pulled her loose T-shirt up and over her head, exposing her full, heavy breasts. Her dark, wet nipples were still leaking milk from earlier. He tossed the T-shirt aside and looked at her body for a moment, almost in awe.
He then moved down to her feet. He started planting soft, slow kisses on her toes; one by one. The moment his warm lips touched her, Simran felt an electric jolt shoot straight up her legs.
“Ummmm…” she moaned softly.
Bhola took her big toe into his mouth and sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around it. Simran’s eyes widened in surprise.
What the hell did he watch? she thought.
This boy is doing things even I didn’t expect.
He kissed the arch of her foot, then moved slowly up her calves, pressing his lips against her smooth skin. When he reached the sensitive spot behind her knees, Simran couldn’t control herself and let out a giggle, trying to pull her leg away.
“Bhola… hehe… stop… it tickles…”
But Bhola was determined. He firmly caught her left leg with both hands and continued kissing upwards, moving past her calves toward her thighs. His lips were warm and wet as he kissed and lightly sucked on her soft, milky skin.
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She didn’t know where to focus; the sensation of his mouth on her thighs or the thick, heavy monster cock that kept brushing against her shin and knees as he moved.
Bhola’s rock-hard cock was so long and thick that even while he was kissing her thighs, the fat head would occasionally tap against her skin, leaving small wet marks of precum.
When he reached her upper thighs, he became even more passionate. He kissed and licked the soft, squishy flesh of her inner thighs, moving dangerously close to her soaked pussy. Simran’s legs trembled. She was torn between pleasure and the overwhelming presence of his huge cock rubbing against her legs.
Suddenly, Bhola stopped.
Without saying a word, he gently turned her over onto her stomach. Simran let him flip her without resistance. He placed his hands under her thighs, gripped them firmly, and lifted her ass slightly off the bed.
Now her round, plump ass was raised, and Bhola leaned down to kiss the back of her upper thighs; slow, deliberate kisses that made her moan into the pillow.
“Ummmm… Bhola…” she whimpered, her voice muffled.
His lips moved slowly across the soft skin just below her ass cheeks, getting dangerously close to her pussy. His massive cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, occasionally brushing against her calves as he worshipped the back of her thighs.
Simran gripped the bedsheet tightly, her body burning with anticipation, wondering how far Bhola was planning to go; and how much longer she could resist giving in completely.
Bhola’s hands moved slowly but deliberately. One hand reached for the button of her loose grey shorts while the other gently stroked her thigh. He unbuttoned it with surprising patience, then started pulling the waistband down.
Simran’s eyes widened in panic. Both her hands shot behind her and grabbed the shorts tightly, trying to stop him.
“Bhola… no…” she whispered, her voice shaky.
But Bhola didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned down and started planting soft, warm kisses on the soft skin of her upper thighs. The kisses were slow and teasing, moving higher and higher. Every time his lips touched her skin, Simran’s grip on the shorts loosened just a little.
“Bhola… please…” she breathed, but the resistance in her voice was fading.
Bhola kept kissing; deep, lingering kisses that made her skin tingle. He moved upward, his lips brushing the lower curve of her magnificent, heart-shaped ass. The moment his mouth touched the soft, plump flesh of her ass cheeks, Simran’s hands finally slipped. Her inhibition crumbled.
With one smooth pull, Bhola yanked the shorts completely down to her knees, exposing her beautiful, milky-white ass. It was full, round, and perfect; two soft, jiggling globes that looked like they were made to be worshipped.
Simran let out a sharp scream, half in shock, half in arousal.
“Bhola… NO! Don’t…!”
Her shorts were now tangled around her knees. Her tiny white panties were doing a very poor job of covering her; the thin fabric was wedged deep between her ass cheeks, and the crotch was already soaked, clearly outlining the puffy lips of her pussy. The delicate “rose petals” of her pussy were faintly visible through the wet lace.
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He pulled the shorts completely off and tossed them aside. Now Simran was lying on his bed wearing nothing but her soaked panties, her ass raised slightly.
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